Louis' POV

I’m always awake first in the mornings, it’s just like that. I wake up at six, no matter whether my alarm rings or not.

It used to bother me but now I know that I can use those few hours of silence and peace.

I like running. I like running through the forest in the morning with the birds chirping and the branches cracking under my feet.

I don’t punch anymore. I don’t scream or break things or scribble on walls. I stopped that.

I take my anger out by running. It feels better, I don’t hurt stuff anymore.

When I come back, I go to the bathrooms and take a cold shower before heading back to our place, passing Harry’s tent first.

I haven’t seen his mother around yet.

I hope nothing bad happened, maybe she only had a lot to do for work.

Maybe they got divorced.

I always liked his mother. She had the same inviting smile as Harry and the same sparkle in her eyes.

Harry isn’t up yet, at least his tent is closed, his father’s as well.

I walk back to our place and sit on a blanket on the wet grass, waking for Harry to finally wake up.